A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear
and goes walking
around until he finds a big patch of ice. He heads into the center
of the
ice and begins to saw a hole.

All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky. "You will
find no fish under that ice."

The drunk looks around, but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once
more,
the voice speaks, "As I said before, there are no fish under the ice."

The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can't see a single soul.
He picks
up the saw and tries one more time to finish. Before he can even start
cutting,
the huge voice interrupts. "I have warned you three times now. There
are no fish!"

The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks the voice,
"How do
you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?"

"No", the voice replied. "I am the manager of this hockey area!
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